In a happy marriage it is the wife who provides the climate, the husband the landscape.

Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death.

Everyone alters and is altered by everyone else. We are all the time taking in portions of one another or else reacting against them, and by these involuntary acquisitions and repulsions modifying our natures.

Marriage is an arrangement by which two people start by getting the best out of each other and often end by getting the worst.

One of the marks of a great poet is that he creates his own family of words and teaches them to live together in harmony and to help one another.

A bad memory is the mother of invention.

The cliche is dead poetry.